Middle/high school, and college aged poets whose poetry was born in the Bronx, NY, USA. These are our assembled voices, thoughts, feelings, secrets, memories and visions. We’ve discussed with dignitaries; competed with collegiates; we’re a stew of cultures; a quilt of heritages, and we come in many shades, shapes and sizes. We are now, and we are poised and ready to rock this tiny world. What you experience here is ours; visceral and aggressive, inquisitive and passive, and always true.

Feb 15, 2009

Seed of Glee

You seem to be a homemade hot soup with ingredients gathered from the whole family.You do not hold putrid flavors like our sister’s disobedience or my consistent calamity.Your arrival marks the make of an inequalityAnd the utter beginning of a one-sided sibling rivalry.

You came in dark times and illuminated my life.Listening to your charming gibberish made me quickly get rid of my strifeListening to your cries made my eyes liquify and instead of breaking glass you broke my ribs allowing your pain to enterFull of sorrow caused by your mood, I ran to you fulfilling my duties as your brother.

The seed which, when planted, had grown roots of glee in my body is what you areI’m just reminiscing about how your past, innocent actions have affected me so far.Our appearances most likely convince our characters to be equivalent,But my heart wishes for you to emerge as more reliable, fortunate, and more valiant.

You are either greater than, or equal to me.Or maybe just a better equal than me.But, there are still variables and terms to be accounted forAnd as your side of the inequality increases, my love for you grows even more.

(Wrote this for class like two years ago and NOW is when I post it!!!)